How
this Devout Soul, Praising and
Thanking GOD, Made a Prayer for the Holy Church
Then this soul, as if inebriated, tormented, and on fire with love, her
heart wounded with great bitterness, turned herself to the Supreme and Eternal
Goodness, saying: “Oh! Eternal God! oh! Light above every other light, from
whom issues all light! Oh! Fire above every fire, because You are the only Fire
who burn without consuming, and consume all sin and self-love found in the
soul, not afflicting her, but fattening her with insatiable love, and though
the soul is filled she is not sated, but ever desires You, and the more of You
she has, the more she seeks – and the more she desires, the more she finds and
tastes of You – Supreme and Eternal Fire, Abyss of Charity. Oh! Supreme and
Eternal Good, who has moved You, Infinite God, to illuminate me, Your finite
creature, with the light of Your Truth? You, the same Fire of Love are the
cause, because it is always love which constrained and constrains You to create
us in Your image and similitude, and to do us mercy, giving immeasurable and
infinite graces to Your rational creatures. Oh! Goodness above all goodness!
You alone are He who is Supremely Good, and nevertheless You gave the Word,
Your only-begotten Son, to converse with us filthy ones and filled with
darkness. What was the cause of this? Love. Because You loved us before we
were. Oh! Good! oh! Eternal Greatness! You made Yourself low and small to make
man great. On whichever side I turn I find nothing but the abyss and fire of
Your charity. And can a wretch like me pay back to You the graces and the
burning charity that You have shown and show with so much burning love in
particular to me beyond common charity, and the love that You show to all Your
creatures? No, but You alone, most sweet and amorous Father, are He who will be
thankful and grateful for me, that is, that the affection of Your charity
itself will render You thanks, because I am she who is not, and if I spoke as
being anything of myself, I should be lying by my own head, and should be a
lying daughter of the Devil, who is the father of lies, because You alone are
He who is. And my being and every further grace that You have bestowed upon me,
I have from You, who give them to me through love, and not as my due.
“Oh! sweetest Father, when the human race lay sick through the sin of
Adam, You sent it a Physician, the sweet and amorous Word – Your Son; and now,
when I was lying infirm with the sickness of negligence and much ignorance,
You, most soothing and sweet Physician, Eternal God, have given a soothing,
sweet, and bitter medicine, that I may be cured and rise from my infirmity. You
have soothed me because with Your love and gentleness You have manifested
Yourself to me, Sweet above all sweetness, and have illuminated the eye of my
intellect with the light of most holy faith, with which light, according as it
has pleased You to manifest it to me, I have known the excellence of grace
which You have given to the human race, administering to it the entire God- Man
in the mystic body of the holy Church. And I have known the dignity of Your
ministers whom You have appointed to administer You to us. I desired that You
would fulfill the promise that You made to me, and You gave much more, more
even than I knew how to ask for. Wherefore I know in truth that the heart of
man knows not how to ask or desire as much as You can give, and thus I see that
You are He who is the Supreme and Eternal Good, and that we are they who are
not. And because You are infinite, and we are finite, You give that which Your
rational creature cannot desire enough; for she cannot desire it in itself, nor
in the way in which You can and will satisfy the soul, filling her with things
for which she does not ask You. Moreover, I have received light from Your
Greatness and Charity, through the love which You have for the whole human
race, and in particular for Your anointed ones, who ought to be earthly angels
in this life. You have shown me the virtue and beatitude of these Your anointed
ones who have lived like burning lamps, shining with the Pearl of Justice in
the holy Church. And by comparison with these I have better understood the sins
of those who live wretchedly. Wherefore I have conceived a very great sorrow at
Your offense and the harm done to the whole world, for they do harm to the
world, being mirrors of sin when they ought to be mirrors of virtue. And
because You have manifested and grieved over their iniquities to me – a wretch
who am the cause and instrument of many sins – I am plunged in intolerable
grief.
“You, oh! inestimable love, have manifested this to me, giving me a
sweet and bitter medicine that I might wholly arise out of the infirmity of my
ignorance and negligence, and have recourse to You with anxious and solicitous
desire, knowing myself and Your goodness and the offenses which are committed
against You by all sorts of people, so that I might shed a river of tears,
drawn from the knowledge of Your infinite goodness, over my wretched self and
over those who are dead in that they live miserably.
Wherefore I do not wish,
oh! Eternal Father, ineffable Fire of Love, that my heart should ever grow
weary, or my eyes fail through tears, in desiring Your honor and the salvation
of souls, but I beg of You, by Your grace, that they may be as two streams of
water issuing from You, the Sea Pacific. Thanks, thanks to You, oh! Father, for
having granted me that which I asked You and that which I neither knew nor
asked, for by thus giving me matter for grief You have invited me to offer
before You sweet, loving, and yearning desires, with humble and continual
prayer. Now I beg of You that You will do mercy to the world and to the holy
Church. I pray You to fulfill that which You caused me to ask You. Alas! what a
wretched and sorrowful soul is mine, the cause of all these evils. Do not put
off any longer Your merciful designs towards the world, but descend and fulfill
the desire of Your servants.
“Ah me! You cause them to cry in order to hear their voices! Your truth
told us to cry out, and we should be answered; to knock, and it would be opened
to us; to beg, and it would be given to us. Oh! Eternal Father, Your servants
do cry out to Your mercy; do You then reply.
“I know well that mercy is Your own attribute, wherefore You can not
destroy it or refuse it to him who asks for it. Your servants knock at the door
of Your truth, because in the truth of Your only-begotten Son they know the
ineffable love which You have for man, wherefore the fire of Your love ought
not and cannot refrain from opening to him who knocks with perseverance.
Wherefore open, unlock, and break the hardened hearts of Your creatures, not
for their sakes who do not knock, but on account of Your infinite goodness, and
through love of Your servants who knock at You for their sakes. Grant the
prayer of those, Eternal Father who, as You see, stand at the door of Your
truth and pray. For what do they pray? For with the Blood of this door – Your
truth – have You washed our iniquities and destroyed the stain of Adam’s sin.
The Blood is ours, for You have made it our bath, wherefore You can not deny it
to any one who truly asks for it. Give, then, the fruit of Your Blood to Your
creatures.
Place in the balance the price of the blood of Your Son, so that the
infernal devils may not carry off Your lambs. You are the Good Shepherd who, to
fulfill Your obedience, laid down His life for Your lambs, and made for us a
bath of His Blood.
“That Blood is what Your hungry servants beg of You at this door,
begging You through it to do mercy to the world, and to cause Your holy Church
to bloom with the fragrant flowers of good and holy pastors, who by their sweet
odor shall extinguish the stench of the putrid flowers of sin. You have said,
Eternal Father, that through the love which You have for Your rational
creatures, and the prayers and the many virtues and labors of Your servants,
You would do mercy to the world, and reform the Church, and thus give us
refreshment; wherefore do not delay, but turn the eye of Your mercy towards us,
for You must first reply to us before we can cry out with the voice of Your
mercy. Open the door of Your inestimable love which You have given us through
the door of Your Word. I know indeed that You open before even we can knock,
for it is with the affection of love which You have given to Your servants,
that they knock and cry to You, seeking Your honor and the salvation of souls.
Give them then the bread of life, that is to say, the fruit of the Blood of
Your only-begotten Son, which they ask of You for the praise and glory of My
name and the salvation of souls. For more glory and praise will be Yours in
saving so many creatures, than in leaving them obstinate in their hardness of
heart. To You, Eternal Father, everything is possible, and even though You have
created us without our own help, You will not save us without it. I beg of You
to force their wills, and dispose them to wish for that for which they do not
wish; and this I ask You through Your infinite mercy. You have created us from
nothing; now, therefore, that we are in existence, do mercy to us, and remake
the vessels which You have created to Your image and likeness. Re-create them
to Grace in Your mercy and the Blood of Your Son sweet Christ Jesus.”
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